A/N: Once again, I thank you all for the reviews on this story!
Barty is OOC in this story, FYI.
FYI this story will probably have a side pairing. It will be mentioned in this chapter.
Also, just so it's not confusing, when I refer to "the brothers" that's Comedy and Tragedy, and "the twins" are Fred and George.
WARNINGS: See Prologue, Incest, TORTURE IN THIS CHAPTER, see AO3 for explicit version.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 5
Inside the room, or cellar, rather, was a dungeon. It was fully equipped with cells and torture chambers, with torture devices ranging from Ancient Greek, to Roman, to Medieval, to Modern. It was Comedy's favorite place in the whole theater.
Lucius and Voldemort looked at the small men questioningly. "We have a gift," they said and pointed to a near cage. Inside, bound and gagged was Ginny Weasley.
The first thing that popped into Lucius's head was that it must have been Yule. Two Weasels in three days. He was excited about taking his family's revenge out on the Weasels.
Voldemort was bewildered as to why he was being gifted another toy, not that he was complaining. He just wondered.
"All we ask in return," the brothers said in tandem, "is a little time to play with this one and the other."
Lucius and Voldemort nodded.
"Where would you like us to take her?" the brothers asked.
"Malfoy Manor's dungeons, if that is alright, my lord?"
Voldemort nodded. The brothers grabbed Ginny from her cell and held out their pocket watches for Fred, George, Lucius and Voldemort. The group felt the familiar pull behind the navel and was gone.
YMRWYS- YMRWYS- YMRWYS- YMRWYS
The group landed in one of Malfoy Manor's many torture chambers, and immediately the brothers began getting Ginny into a cell. They tied her up with conjured ropes and spelled her clothes off. They then Apparated out of the room, something that should not have been possible within the Manor's wards. A few seconds later, they came back with a bound, gagged and equally nude Ron and set him up next to his sister.
"Go fetch Draco, boys," the brothers told the twins. They nodded and Apparated out once again, returning with Draco, who looked slightly flustered from being disturbed, and blushing from being in such close contact with the sexy (in his mind) twins.
Once they had Draco, the brothers began. The first thing they did was conjure knives and carve their masks into each, in the same space as they had on the unlucky Death Eater.
An hour later, everyone's, except for the brothers' who had cast preventative charms, ears were ringing from the screams.
The brothers looked at the bloody blades, each casting a silver reflection on its surface, then looked at each other. They exchanged knives and brought them up to their mouths.
When their tongues darted out, everyone gasped. Their tongues were forked. Not like a snake, no. It looked as though someone had deliberately held their once-normal tongues out and sliced right through the middle, making an artificial fork. The groove was wide enough to be visible, and it ended an inch from the end of the tongue. Creepier, though, was that it appeared that the brothers had full control of both halves, and made a show, to the disgust and fear of everyone else, of wiggling the tongues, making one half go up while the other went down, and vice versa.
Comedy shot a suggestive leer at Barty, who blushed.
They stuck the blades of the knives into the fork and licked them clean of the crimson liquid coating their surface. When they pulled the knives out of their tongues, it looked as though the brothers had made the grooves in their tongues slightly longer.
Then, they sheathed the knives into sheaths on their belts that had not been there before.
The pair looked at each other once again, deciding on what to do next. They each conjured small knives and nodded to the other. Then, they set to work.
**see AO3**
Barty was aching by the time the brothers had finished, and, hearing their laugh/snort, finally let out a small whimper that he couldn't hold in, going unnoticed by all but two. Comedy and Tragedy both looked at him, Comedy leering, and Tragedy with a slight twitch if his lips, both with eyes that told of the numerous things that toed the thin line between pleasure and pain which awaited Barty when he inevitably accepted the offer of a relationship with the brothers. Barty nearly came at the sight.
The brothers smiled at their companions, who were leering at the bound siblings shrouded in their own blood. They turned to face their toys. They both sent the toys their respective expressions, and the bound, gagged and strung-up siblings shivered in fear. The brothers turned back to their companions. "Who would like to go next?" they asked in unison.
Lucius sent Voldemort a questioning glance, and, receiving a nod, went to the bloodied pair as the brothers retreated, Comedy's tap shoes clicking on the stone, splashing crimson droplets in his wake.
Lucius favored medieval torture. Though he had been known to try new things, and use spells and the like for the purpose of torture for information, when he tortured for pleasure, and, especially, retribution, he preferred muggle methods, especially those from the middle ages.
The blond man looked contemplatively at the pair, and reached his decision.
**see AO3**
Lucius stung the siblings up and turned to his lord. He bowed his head and murmured a thanks in his direction before falling back into place at his side.
Comedy and Tragedy took Barty to a corner to talk with him about the possibilities of a relationship. They tried their best to convince him to join them. Barty, knowing it was inevitable, decided to let the brothers' want simmer before accepting.
While that happened, Voldemort looked contemplative. Finally, he decided. "Draco, you may now…play…with our toys."
Draco smirked maliciously at the Weasleys on the wall. He conjured what appeared to be an exam table. Using magic, he brought the Weaslette down off the wall and settled her on the table, her chest touching the metal and rubbing painful against it.
Using leather ties, Draco strapped the girl to the table and whispered an incantation that would force the Weasel to watch.
Draco put down his fly and pulled his long and slender cock out. The four people paying attention gasped.
Hearing the gasp, Comedy and Tragedy turned, and, seeing Draco about to put his penis into the girl's vagina, cast the Cruciatus curse in unison at the Malfoy Heir.
Just as Draco was about to push in, he fell to his knees screaming in pain. It felt as though all the neurons in his body were being dissected at one time, as though his bones were being shattered to pieces, as though someone were running knives through his arteries and veins, as though someone had poured liquid fire through and on his body. This was worse than his lord's Cruciatus. This was worse than he could even consider pleasurable pain, and he was a masochist, for fuck's sake!
After a few seconds, the brothers lifted the curse. "No rape," they said before walking from the dungeons.
YMRWYS- YMRWYS- YMRWYS- YMRWYS
A/N: Well? Good? Bad? Utterly horrible? So bad you will be scarred for life and will never be able to read fanfiction again? Amazing because I am amazing and the best person you could ever even want to know?
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